Lyrics:
the swag (swag)
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
[Chorus]
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Gotta leave with
the swag (swag)
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
[Chorus]
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Gotta leave with
inhale, inhale, inhale
Sour diesel, white widow
Kush by the boat load let’s go
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga i done re-upped
Got a fresh boat load of that loud
fresh as a daisy
She says with a smile, "You look like hell
And where were you last night?"
Karen by night
Imagine she must lead a very dull life
strong
Hustle hard and keep grindin' on
'Cause I'm too blessed to be stressed
And I'm too fresh to be pressed
There's so much going on today but I
Like a breath of fresh air and the wind at my back
Toe to heel with strong strides taking miles off the map
In this journey called life where I've
the snow and ice
I ain't hit the same town twice
Just lookin' for a place I figured she couldn't find
I thought by now she'd left me alone
Turned
the beautiful shepherdess,
Who descends every morning,
And offers a basket full of
Fresh fruit and flowers.
Who comes on the first harvest
Will have nice roses
the tippy titty, setting off my groupie radar
Sipping Hen, dapping hands off the roof of my Porsche
A fresh nigga at large, a fresh nigga go hard
All my
don't got time. You keep going.
It's probably not worth your time. (Your minutes cost more than the stack)
Keep it moving. Keep it fresh. (Keep it
by, ain't speaking, I'm dumb high
Just heard niggas got jokes, it's a matter of time before one dies
'Cause them dudes out and them tools out, all
baby, oakland town
Can't understand why I'm so down I'm not a white wall, I'm a vogue like seen
On white wheel I roll got a fresh new beat, made ya get
steppin fresh up out the hummer
Got a lot of cash on me, I'm a number one stunner.
In the middle of the winter, make it feel like summer,
What I'm doin?
Ladies and gentlemen.. Fre-fre-fre-fresh!
T.I.P., aye!
I know a lot of y'all niggaz out there,
Man who ain't up on this down south shit
Stepped away as Fresh Prince came back with my real name
A rose by any other still beautifies the room
So don't get consumed when a brother's known
Funky fresh on the muthafuckin microphone
Bitch
And it don't stop
To the beat, baby
Oakland, California is in the house
Bitch
I tell you,
keep going.
It's probably not worth your time. (Your minutes cost more than the stack)
Keep it moving. Keep it fresh. (Keep it fresh. Keep it money,
Trying to run through
Hell and song called the dogs to get on him
When we caught him the only famous nigga
Was a lord in his forum
Bum nigga fresh
Intro:
March. The more the merrier. Get a couple of whores to carry you to the burial. F-are-E-S-H. Fresh to death and keep it def to the left.
I was driving on the Autobahn
Having thoughts of the morning
You was chained by
You was chained by
You was chained by lie
You was chained up
He came back in the same suit that he was buried in
Similar to the one his grandfather was married in
Yes, he was still fresh to death
Bling, two
(DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh)
La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Uh
When I awoke, I was sittin' on a boat
Flo Milli shit
(I want the cash like Diego)
(BankRollGotIt)
Uh
Fresh out, I hopped out the bed, turned my swag on (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm
Salaah!
Big body Benz swerving both lanes
Fresh blue bills got bloodstains
I'm a coke boy, came up out the dope game
Cops come, I tell them no names
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